“How dare you hit me!” Johnson roared, his face twisted with fury. “You filthy rat! You dare challenge me?” His voice boomed across the poolside, dripping with disdain.
The crowd, previously in shock, quickly rallied behind him, their support adding to Johnson's inflated ego.
“Look at this cockroach!” Johnson sneered, pacing around Max like a predator sizing up his prey. “You think you can fight me? You’ve been scurrying in the dirt your whole life!”
Laughter erupted from the crowd. “He’s about to get squashed!” someone shouted.
“Yeah, show him who’s boss, Johnson!” another chimed in.
Johnson flexed his arms dramatically, turning to the crowd. “This rat thinks he’s a lion now, huh?” he spat, pointing at Max. “But all I see is a mangy stray dog, begging for scraps!”
The crowd whooped and hollered, eagerly anticipating the fight.
“You’re nothing but a street mutt,” Johnson continued, his voice brimming with arrogance. “I’ve trained with the best, and you? You’ve been running from garbage collectors your whole life!”
Max stepped forward, his gaze steady, though his heart raced. “You talk too much,” he muttered, squaring his shoulders. “Let’s just get this over with.”
Johnson let out a derisive laugh. “Oh, look! The rat has teeth! Too bad they’re about to get kicked in.”
The spectators roared in approval. Bets were being placed, confidence overwhelmingly favoring Johnson.
“I bet he gets flattened in the first round!” a voice in the crowd yelled. “Max is just a scrawny alley cat in a lion’s den.”
Max clenched his fists, his adrenaline spiking. He wasn’t a stray, and he wasn’t about to roll over.
“Come on then!” Johnson bellowed, charging at him like a bull. He swung wide, confident of an easy hit, but Max sidestepped swiftly, the larger boy stumbling forward.
“He dodged!” someone gasped from the sidelines.
Johnson spun around, furious. “Just like a rat! Always running!” he spat, lunging again.
This time, Max was ready. He ducked and delivered a sharp jab to Johnson’s ribs. The taller boy gasped, doubling over slightly.
“He’s fighting back!” another spectator exclaimed, their tone switching from amusement to disbelief.
“Must be rat instincts kicking in!” Johnson wheezed, straightening up, but his swagger was faltering.
Max pressed on, delivering a solid punch to Johnson’s jaw. The crowd fell into stunned silence as Johnson staggered, his feet unsteady.
“Did... did the rat just knock him down?” someone whispered, the disbelief tangible.
Johnson hit the ground with a thud, his once-proud face now a mask of shock. Max stood over him, breathing heavily, locking eyes with his fallen opponent.
For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Then, the silence was broken.
“Max won?” someone shouted. “No way!”
“I can’t believe it! The street dog took down the lion!”
Before Max could fully process the victory, Amanda stormed forward, her eyes blazing. In her hand, a glass bottle glinted menacingly.
“Get off him!” she screeched, smashing the bottle against Max’s head.
The world blurred. Pain exploded in his skull as Max staggered backward, disoriented.
Johnson, having recovered slightly, sneered as he scrambled to his feet. “Now, we finish this, rat.”
He gestured to his friends, who moved forward, their faces twisted in cruel delight. “Let’s teach this stray a lesson.”
They grabbed Max, dragging him toward the pool. The crowd, now fully back on Johnson’s side, roared with laughter.
“Look at him squirm!” someone jeered. “Like a fish out of water.”
“More like a rat in a trap,” another shouted as they lifted Max and threw him into the pool.
The cold water shocked his system as Max hit the surface. He surfaced, gasping for air, drenched and humiliated. Laughter rang out from all sides.
“There’s your hero!” Johnson mocked, standing by the pool’s edge. “Drowning like the rat he is.”
Amanda crossed her arms, a sneer playing on her lips. “You should’ve known better, Max. You’re just a stray dog, trying to play with wolves.”
“Amanda,” Max choked, swimming to the edge. “He’s not what you think. He’s... he’s using you.”
“Oh, please,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re pathetic. Always whining, always causing problems. Grow up, Max.”
Johnson walked up to her, smirking. “Come on, babe. This loser isn’t worth your time.” With that, he pulled Amanda into a deep kiss, making sure Max saw every second.
“See this?” Johnson called out, grinning at Max over Amanda’s shoulder. “She’s mine now, rat. You can’t compete with a king.”
Max’s chest tightened as he watched Amanda slide into Johnson’s car, a content smile on her face. Johnson gave Max one last victorious smirk before driving off, leaving him in the water, a shell of his former self.
The crowd slowly dispersed, still mocking him. “Guess the rat can’t swim either,” someone laughed.
As the last of them left, Peter rushed over, his face filled with concern. “Max! What the hell happened?”
Peter helped pull Max out of the pool, wrapping his jacket around him. “Let’s get out of here, man.”
They walked away in silence, Max drenched and broken.
“I trusted her, Peter,” Max muttered, his voice shaking. “I did everything for her, and she... she chose him.”
Peter sighed, leading him toward a nearby bar. “She’s not worth it, man. Let’s just drink.”
At the bar, Max downed his drink quickly, his thoughts spinning. “She treated me like trash... like I was nothing.”
Peter shook his head. “You’re better off without her.”
Max stumbled to the bathroom, his mind clouded with alcohol. Just as he reached the door, a beautiful woman crashed into his arms, her voice trembling.
“Help me!” she gasped, her eyes wild with fear.
Voices echoed outside. They were after her.
Max's head was spinning from the drinks when he felt someone grab his arm. A beautiful woman was holding onto him, shaking."Who are—" Max started to ask.BAM! The bar door flew open. Five big men rushed in, and their eyes locked onto the woman."Let her go," the biggest man growled, walking toward them. He had mean eyes and a nasty smile.Max's brain felt fuzzy from the alcohol, but he could tell something was very wrong. The woman grabbed his shirt tighter."Please help me," she whispered. "These men... they want to hurt me. My enemies sent them.""Hand her over," the big man said again.Max looked at the scared woman. Even drunk, he couldn't just give her to these thugs. "No," he said."Wrong answer." The big man reached for the woman.Max pushed his hand away. "I said no!"The leader took a step forward, his tone sharp. “I said, let her go. Don’t make me repeat myself.”“Please, don’t let them take me. They’ll do horrible things to me.” The woman pleaded him.Max hesitated, his pr
Max stared at the well-dressed man who had just bowed to him, his mind struggling to process what he'd just heard."I'm sorry, did you just call me 'Young Master'?" Max asked, running a hand through his disheveled hair.The man maintained his dignified posture. "Indeed, I did, Young Master Max.""Look, about the fight," Max started, raising his hands defensively. "Those guys were harassing that woman. I know I shouldn't have gotten physical, but—""Please, there's no need to explain," the man interrupted gently. "I'm not a lawyer.""You're not?"Tears welled up in the man's eyes as he gazed at Max. "No, Young Master. I... I've finally found you. After all these years."Max let out a nervous laugh. "Found me? Is this some kind of joke?""I assure you, this is no joke," the man replied, his voice thick with emotion."Listen, I'm just a college student," Max said, shaking his head. "I can barely afford instant noodles. Whatever you think—""The explanations can wait," the man interjected
The black sedan slowed to a halt before an impressive golden gate. Max pressed his face against the window, his eyes tracing the ornate "Montgomery" inscription that gleamed in the afternoon sun."Is this really the place?" Max whispered to his companion."Indeed, sir," Harrison replied, lowering his window as a security guard approached."Good afternoon," the guard said crisply. "Identification and clearance papers, please."Harrison handed over a thick envelope. "We're expected. Mr. Max is here to see Mr. Montgomery."Max watched nervously as three different guards scrutinized their papers. Finally, the head guard nodded."Everything appears to be in order. Welcome to Montgomery Estate, sir," he said, stepping back as the massive gates began to swing open."This is insane," Max muttered, his eyes widening as they drove through. "I've never seen anything like this."Harrison chuckled. "Wait until you see the rest of it, sir."As they rounded the curved driveway, Max's jaw dropped. A
"This morning I was worried about making my rent payment, and now you're telling me I'm heir to... all this?" Max's voice trembled as he gestured at the vast office surrounding them.Richard leaned forward, his eyes filled with years of pain and hope. Richard leaned forward, his eyes glistening. "Yes, Max. You're the only surviving heir of the Montgomery family. Your parents—my son and daughter-in-law—they perished in the fire sixteen years ago."Max stood up abruptly, pacing the room. "Our enemies—business rivals who couldn't stand the Montgomery success—they plotted it all." Richard's hands clenched into fists. "They wanted to end our family line. But they failed because you survived.""How... how did you know I was alive?""I never found a body," Richard's eyes glistened. "I searched everywhere, followed every lead, no matter how small. For sixteen years, I chased shadows and whispers, hoping to find you."Max slumped back in his chair, overwhelmed. "The Hendersons—my foster
Max sat in the big wooden chair, holding its arms so tight his hands turned white. His grandfather Richard had just told him he would inherit everything, and it felt like too much to handle."I... I can't do this," Max said quietly. "It's too much, too fast."Richard watched his grandson carefully. "It's okay, Max. Take your time. I know it's a lot to take in."Max thought about his college studies. "Grandfather, I have a question.""What is it?""I've been studying business for three years. We learned about all the big family businesses." Max looked confused. "But I never heard about the Montgomery family. Why is that, if we're so rich?"Richard smiled, looking proud. "That's a very smart question. You think like a true Montgomery."He got up and walked to a bookshelf. He pressed something, and the shelf moved to show a hidden room. "Come and look, Max."Max followed him into a room full of computers and files."Look at this," Richard pulled out a thick folder. "These are all the co
Max awoke in the plush king-sized bed, the softness of the mattress beneath him a sharp contrast to his usual lumpy dorm bed. He stretched, his body rested but his mind still struggling to accept the reality he was in.“Is this really happening?” he murmured to himself, shaking his head as he pushed back the covers.He wandered over to the tall, draped windows, pulling the heavy curtains aside. Sunlight flooded the room, revealing the expansive courtyard below. Manicured lawns, a stone fountain, and flowerbeds meticulously arranged around the property took his breath away. Max blinked, still trying to connect this sprawling estate with his own life.“Unbelievable... just yesterday I was drowning in debt,” he whispered.A soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.“Come in,” he called, still staring out the window.The door opened quietly, and the butler, Mr. Harrison, stepped in, his posture as impeccable as his suit.“Good morning, Master Max. I trust you slept well?” Mr. Ha
As Max was overwhelmed with his life changing from poverty to rich heir. For a brief moment, his mind wandered back to Amanda. She’d left him without hesitation when she found someone who could provide the wealth and status she desired. The memory still stung, but now, with his life turned upside down, he couldn’t help but think about how much things had changed.With a faint, ironic smile, Max let himself imagine the idea of telling Amanda he was wealthy now and that he could afford to give her the luxuries she’d always wanted. May be she comes back to him and loves him more. But the thought only lasted a second, fading as he realized the futility of it. Even if he could have everything she wanted, she never truly loved him. Money couldn’t change that fact.“Max?” His grandfather’s voice brought him back to the present.Max turned to see his grandfather watching him, a knowing look in his eyes. “I’d like you to come by the company next week,” Richard said. “There’s a lot you nee
As Max woke up, he stretched with a grin, feeling lighter than he had in years. “No budgeting, no calculating shifts…” he murmured, staring at the ceiling. “So this is what freedom feels like.”He sat up, glancing at his worn-out sneakers by the door and laughing. “Well, guess it’s time to treat myself. No cafeteria lines today—let’s go somewhere extravagant. Somewhere… off-limits,” he whispered with a smirk.As he dressed, a thought crept in. “Any restaurant, any meal, no more checking prices.” He shook his head, still marveling. He decided against the cafeteria and dressed up, calling for a taxi to take him somewhere he’d always dreamed of going. “Brightwood shopping center, please,” he told the driver, a hint of excitement in his voice.The driver glanced at him through the mirror. “Big place. Got some fancy plans for the day?”“You could say that,” Max replied, smirking to himself. “I’m thinking of treating myself to the best lunch they’ve got.”The cab pulled up to the towe